Words, Words, words: My darling Dalida says it so well

It is that time of the year to meet deadlines, create pages of written work, turn in applications and proposals –   to either drown, swim or sail upon  oceans of words: words from hours of passionate lecturers.. the written word often written in convoluted jargon and many more that we have to magically create after hours of reading.

All that comes to my mind is the refrain of this classic French ‘pop’ song  by my darling and dearest, Dalida and the ever so attractive Alain Delon – “Paroles, paroles, paroles” (words, word, words).  These are precisely what I am trying to swim through and make it to the end of the semester  without being overwhelmed by – all of these word, words, words.